The Real Memory: Chapter 14
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters.
There was a small gasp from the doorway as the needle slipped into Harry's stomach. Glancing up, he saw his seven year old son, Arthur James Potter (AJ), and his five year old niece, Molly Rose Weasley.
"Yes?" Harry asked as he finished injecting the insulin and began cleaning things up.
Tears shimmered in Molly's silver eyes, "Did it hurt Uncle Harry?"
"A bit," Harry commented as he dropped the needle in the hazardous waste container on the kitchen counter.
"You're brave, just like my daddy!" Molly exclaimed with a smile as she skipped over to the table to study the bag of diabetic supplies carefully.
"Of course he's brave like Uncle Ron!" AJ chimed in as he joined his younger cousin by the table. "Daddy's a Detective Inspector, just like Uncle Ron!"
Molly ignored him and watched intently as Harry packed everything away. She watched him as if packing away needles and test strips was the most fascinating thing in the world. Harry held the theory that she'd become a doctor one day, what with her fascination with his diabetes and anything else medical she encountered.
When AJ had gotten glasses two months earlier she'd made him hold staring contests with her so she could look at his eyes, trying to see if the glasses made them look differently.
That had been a sight to watch. AJ's unruly black head of hair edging closer and closer to Molly's pale red locks as the staring contest grew more intense.
AJ finally grew tired of being ignored. He grabbed Molly's hand and began pulling her out of the room. "C'mon, I wanna go play with the Wii while the TV's free."
Harry watched as his son pulled his niece out of the kitchen. A stranger would never realize that they weren't the same age; the two of them were of equal height and as close as any two children could be. It been a bit of a surprise to learn that Luna was pregnant with Molly, no one had known that she and Ron were even dating. Following the news there had been a rushed wedding, followed by a quiet honeymoon.
Grabbing the leftover pasta from the microwave, Harry took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled his laptop over. He was reading an article about a Member of Parliament that had recently died from a heart attack when his phone rang.
"Hello?" Harry asked after quickly swallowing his current mouthful of pasta.
"Hey Harry, its Ron, has Ginny gotten home from work yet?"
"No, but she should be here in about five to ten minutes. Why?"
"Rookwood just texted me, apparently there's a new high-profile case and he wants to put us on it."
"Another high-profile one? We just got off one! Why doesn't he give it to Kempf and Shultz? They haven't had a high-profile case in almost two years."
"I asked him that and he started going on about how we haven't lost a case since we transferred to Charring Cross seven years ago. Apparently this case is too important to risk not solving, so he wants the best."
"Great. Here I was thinking we'd get a rest after we bagged the Buckingham Butcher."
"No such luck. He wants us at 10 Downing Street within the hour."
"An hour?" Harry cried, "I live a good forty-five minutes from the there!"
"Yeah, I know, mate. I think becoming a Superintendent has gone to his head. I mean, really, it should be Chief Inspector Black giving us this assignment, not Superintendent Rookwood."
"I don't think being Superintendent has anything to do with it. He's just a control freak that's climbing the ladder to power. We just happen to be very useful to him, so he's a bit more freakish with his controlling of us than he is with the other detectives."
"True-"
"Wait…did you say 10 Downing Street, as in Number 10, the Prime Minister's residence?"
"Yeah, he wouldn't tell me why though."
"Great, well, there goes my quiet night in watching movies. I'll be out the door as soon as Ginny arrives."
"Alright, see you in about an hour then, mate. Luna and I are cutting our lunch date short, so we should beat you there. We'll stall him until you can arrive - just don't leave those two troublemakers alone."
"I don't intend to. I'd like my flat to stay in one piece."
"Don't blame you. See you soon."
"See you."
Harry hung up his phone and proceeded to gobble down his pasta. He was chewing the last bite when the front door to the flat opened. Dropping the plate in the sink Harry made his way towards the voices shouting: "Mommy's home!" "Hi, Aunt Ginny!" "Can you play tennis with us on the Wii?" "You'll be on my team right, Aunt Ginny?"
Rounding the corner into the small entryway he saw his beloved red-haired wife trying to hang up her coat as AJ and Molly crowded around her.
"Children, give her some room," Harry said automatically.
Ginny looked up at the sound of Harry's voice. A grin swept across her beautiful face as she came over to give him a hug and kiss.
"Ewww," AJ said, looking away and making gagging noises.
"Awwww," Molly cried as she clasped her hands under her chin and watched them with stars in her eyes.
When they broke apart Harry explained about Ron's phone call.
"Do you think you'll be home for dinner? I was planning to make shepherd's pie," Ginny asked as she hung her coat up and grabbed his.
"I'm not sure, we've been told this is a high-profile case and we've been told to go to Number 10. We may be stuck for hours. Just save a plate for me if I don't call and tell you otherwise." As Harry told her this she helped him into his coat.
"Alright, stay safe and I hope the Prime Minister is alright."
Harry gave Ginny a quick kiss, "I will and I sure hope he's alright also. A case about finding the person that attacked the Prime Minister is a little too high-profile for my case."
"Same here, I love you."
"I love you, too," Harry responded automatically as the door closed behind him.
Knowing that time was of the essence he didn't even bother with the elevator, instead he took the emergency stairs two at a time.
From the front of his building it was a quick walk down to the tube station and then a thirty minute ride across town.
As the tube sped under the city Harry used his phone to scan the usual news websites, looking for a hint of what he would find at 10 Downing Street, but there was nothing.
Either the reporters hadn't heard about it yet or the case wasn't really news worthy.
When Harry reached Downing Street he found nothing out of the ordinary. There were no police cars, roadblocks, or uniforms around - just the regular amount of tourists and people going about their daily business.
The only thing that really caught Harry's attention were the familiar four people standing by the wrought iron fence near the doorway.
Leaning casually against the fence was Black, his solid black suit looking as rumpled as ever, his graying hair was pulled into a short pony at the nape of his neck.
Next to him, casually leaning on the fence with one hand was Ron. He grinned when he saw Harry. He didn't wave though, his other hand was too busy holding Luna's.
Standing nearby in a pinstriped suit, holding a Blackberry was Rookwood. He glared at Harry as he approached.
"You're late."
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. Sure, he'd worked hard at not making Rookwood upset, but he was too important to Rookwood's continuing success to worry too much anymore. "I had to wait for Ginny get home to watch the kids. They're a little young to leave alone."
Rookwood just grunted and lead them over to the unique dark door that marked the entrance into Number 10.
Moments after he rang the doorbell a pretty maid answered and lead them into the checkered entryway.
"It'll be just a moment Detectives," the maid said quickly before she hurried out of the room.
Harry was examining the old Chippendale guard's chair and idly fiddling with his watch when he heard a startlingly familiar voice say, "Good afternoon, Detectives. I'm glad you could come on such short notice."
Harry's head whipped around so quickly that he almost fell over.
There, standing in the doorway, was a very familiar person.
What was she doing in Snape's house?
Author's Note: Soooo...who is she? Let's have some guesses people! McGonagall? Umbridge? Trelawny? Hermione? Sprout? Lavender Brown? Pomfrey? Fleur? Tonks? Someone I didn't list here? :D
Student teaching is going well. Hopefully I'll be saying this next week also. Dr. Head is coming to observe me on Tuesday (you have to read the AN's in Alphabet to comprehend). ugh Other than that it is amazing! :D :D :D
Many thanks to everyone that reviewed! Also, many thanks to everyone that reads! We've broken 1k hits each of the past three Sundays. Y'll are amazing. OH, and 101 people have this on alert. I'd like to thank each and every one of you, but that would take awhile... So I'll just thank each of the reviewers individually:
Kudos to Rune Kensington, nicluvly, Maerad-of-Pellinor28, Laurel Tree, TemperedRose, cjnicole, Nyaneko92, magicisoutthere, The French Dark Lord, akatrixie, Lily meet Ginny, Stepping on Leprechauns.
Please, give these twelve people and the other hundred or so that have this story on alert a hand - it's y'll that keep me writing and wanting to make each chapter better than the last.
Hopefully I can keep this once a week thing up, but life is getting busy fast.
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There was a small gasp from the doorway as the needle slipped into Harry's stomach. Glancing up, he saw his seven year old son, Arthur James Potter (AJ), and his five year old niece, Molly Rose Weasley.
"Yes?" Harry asked as he finished injecting the insulin and began cleaning things up.
Tears shimmered in Molly's silver eyes, "Did it hurt Uncle Harry?"
"A bit," Harry commented as he dropped the needle in the hazardous waste container on the kitchen counter.
"You're brave, just like my daddy!" Molly exclaimed with a smile as she skipped over to the table to study the bag of diabetic supplies carefully.
"Of course he's brave like Uncle Ron!" AJ chimed in as he joined his younger cousin by the table. "Daddy's a Detective Inspector, just like Uncle Ron!"
Molly ignored him and watched intently as Harry packed everything away. She watched him as if packing away needles and test strips was the most fascinating thing in the world. Harry held the theory that she'd become a doctor one day, what with her fascination with his diabetes and anything else medical she encountered.
When AJ had gotten glasses two months earlier she'd made him hold staring contests with her so she could look at his eyes, trying to see if the glasses made them look differently.
That had been a sight to watch. AJ's unruly black head of hair edging closer and closer to Molly's pale red locks as the staring contest grew more intense.
AJ finally grew tired of being ignored. He grabbed Molly's hand and began pulling her out of the room. "C'mon, I wanna go play with the Wii while the TV's free."
Harry watched as his son pulled his niece out of the kitchen. A stranger would never realize that they weren't the same age; the two of them were of equal height and as close as any two children could be. It been a bit of a surprise to learn that Luna was pregnant with Molly, no one had known that she and Ron were even dating. Following the news there had been a rushed wedding, followed by a quiet honeymoon.
Grabbing the leftover pasta from the microwave, Harry took a seat at the kitchen table and pulled his laptop over. He was reading an article about a Member of Parliament that had recently died from a heart attack when his phone rang.
"Hello?" Harry asked after quickly swallowing his current mouthful of pasta.
"Hey Harry, its Ron, has Ginny gotten home from work yet?"
"No, but she should be here in about five to ten minutes. Why?"
"Rookwood just texted me, apparently there's a new high-profile case and he wants to put us on it."
"Another high-profile one? We just got off one! Why doesn't he give it to Kempf and Shultz? They haven't had a high-profile case in almost two years."
"I asked him that and he started going on about how we haven't lost a case since we transferred to Charring Cross seven years ago. Apparently this case is too important to risk not solving, so he wants the best."
"Great. Here I was thinking we'd get a rest after we bagged the Buckingham Butcher."
"No such luck. He wants us at 10 Downing Street within the hour."
"An hour?" Harry cried, "I live a good forty-five minutes from the there!"
"Yeah, I know, mate. I think becoming a Superintendent has gone to his head. I mean, really, it should be Chief Inspector Black giving us this assignment, not Superintendent Rookwood."
"I don't think being Superintendent has anything to do with it. He's just a control freak that's climbing the ladder to power. We just happen to be very useful to him, so he's a bit more freakish with his controlling of us than he is with the other detectives."
"True-"
"Wait…did you say 10 Downing Street, as in Number 10, the Prime Minister's residence?"
"Yeah, he wouldn't tell me why though."
"Great, well, there goes my quiet night in watching movies. I'll be out the door as soon as Ginny arrives."
"Alright, see you in about an hour then, mate. Luna and I are cutting our lunch date short, so we should beat you there. We'll stall him until you can arrive - just don't leave those two troublemakers alone."
"I don't intend to. I'd like my flat to stay in one piece."
"Don't blame you. See you soon."
"See you."
Harry hung up his phone and proceeded to gobble down his pasta. He was chewing the last bite when the front door to the flat opened. Dropping the plate in the sink Harry made his way towards the voices shouting: "Mommy's home!" "Hi, Aunt Ginny!" "Can you play tennis with us on the Wii?" "You'll be on my team right, Aunt Ginny?"
Rounding the corner into the small entryway he saw his beloved red-haired wife trying to hang up her coat as AJ and Molly crowded around her.
"Children, give her some room," Harry said automatically.
Ginny looked up at the sound of Harry's voice. A grin swept across her beautiful face as she came over to give him a hug and kiss.
"Ewww," AJ said, looking away and making gagging noises.
"Awwww," Molly cried as she clasped her hands under her chin and watched them with stars in her eyes.
When they broke apart Harry explained about Ron's phone call.
"Do you think you'll be home for dinner? I was planning to make shepherd's pie," Ginny asked as she hung her coat up and grabbed his.
"I'm not sure, we've been told this is a high-profile case and we've been told to go to Number 10. We may be stuck for hours. Just save a plate for me if I don't call and tell you otherwise." As Harry told her this she helped him into his coat.
"Alright, stay safe and I hope the Prime Minister is alright."
Harry gave Ginny a quick kiss, "I will and I sure hope he's alright also. A case about finding the person that attacked the Prime Minister is a little too high-profile for my case."
"Same here, I love you."
"I love you, too," Harry responded automatically as the door closed behind him.
Knowing that time was of the essence he didn't even bother with the elevator, instead he took the emergency stairs two at a time.
From the front of his building it was a quick walk down to the tube station and then a thirty minute ride across town.
As the tube sped under the city Harry used his phone to scan the usual news websites, looking for a hint of what he would find at 10 Downing Street, but there was nothing.
Either the reporters hadn't heard about it yet or the case wasn't really news worthy.
When Harry reached Downing Street he found nothing out of the ordinary. There were no police cars, roadblocks, or uniforms around - just the regular amount of tourists and people going about their daily business.
The only thing that really caught Harry's attention were the familiar four people standing by the wrought iron fence near the doorway.
Leaning casually against the fence was Black, his solid black suit looking as rumpled as ever, his graying hair was pulled into a short pony at the nape of his neck.
Next to him, casually leaning on the fence with one hand was Ron. He grinned when he saw Harry. He didn't wave though, his other hand was too busy holding Luna's.
Standing nearby in a pinstriped suit, holding a Blackberry was Rookwood. He glared at Harry as he approached.
"You're late."
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. Sure, he'd worked hard at not making Rookwood upset, but he was too important to Rookwood's continuing success to worry too much anymore. "I had to wait for Ginny get home to watch the kids. They're a little young to leave alone."
Rookwood just grunted and lead them over to the unique dark door that marked the entrance into Number 10.
Moments after he rang the doorbell a pretty maid answered and lead them into the checkered entryway.
"It'll be just a moment Detectives," the maid said quickly before she hurried out of the room.
Harry was examining the old Chippendale guard's chair and idly fiddling with his watch when he heard a startlingly familiar voice say, "Good afternoon, Detectives. I'm glad you could come on such short notice."
Harry's head whipped around so quickly that he almost fell over.
There, standing in the doorway, was a very familiar person.
What was she doing in Snape's house?
Author's Note: Soooo...who is she? Let's have some guesses people! McGonagall? Umbridge? Trelawny? Hermione? Sprout? Lavender Brown? Pomfrey? Fleur? Tonks? Someone I didn't list here? :D
Student teaching is going well. Hopefully I'll be saying this next week also. Dr. Head is coming to observe me on Tuesday (you have to read the AN's in Alphabet to comprehend). ugh Other than that it is amazing! :D :D :D
Many thanks to everyone that reviewed! Also, many thanks to everyone that reads! We've broken 1k hits each of the past three Sundays. Y'll are amazing. OH, and 101 people have this on alert. I'd like to thank each and every one of you, but that would take awhile... So I'll just thank each of the reviewers individually:
Kudos to Rune Kensington, nicluvly, Maerad-of-Pellinor28, Laurel Tree, TemperedRose, cjnicole, Nyaneko92, magicisoutthere, The French Dark Lord, akatrixie, Lily meet Ginny, Stepping on Leprechauns.
Please, give these twelve people and the other hundred or so that have this story on alert a hand - it's y'll that keep me writing and wanting to make each chapter better than the last.
Hopefully I can keep this once a week thing up, but life is getting busy fast.
Enjoy! Read! Review!